Expect poison from the standing water.
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
God is the poetic genius in each of us.
The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.